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  Confections [FEB]
Posted by: WinterVines - 02-24-21, 11:11 PM - Forum: Art Gallery - No Replies

Another short little idea. Tried out a different brush in my art program and the jury is still out on it. 

This is going for the monthly theme for Fairy-types!

Capture attempt for Swirlix. 

[Image: cacpEMr.jpg]

Posted by: sambipom - 02-23-21, 11:12 PM - Forum: Stories - No Replies

Papa hasn’t been around much lately. It feels like the only time I get to see him is when I stay up way past my bedtime and hear him coming through the front door. He’s tired when he sees me, but he puts on his best smile and he lifts me into his arms and spins around. He carries me back into my bedroom and tucks me in, then he goes to his bed, and when I wake up the next morning, he’s already gone.

But today, today’s a special day. It’s Papa’s birthday, and he has the day off. At breakfast after Mama just finished making the pancakes, she asked Papa what he wanted to do today. He thought about it for a minute while I was pouring a river of syrup on the top of my small stack, and then he turned to smile at me.

“I want to take Robbie fishing,” Papa said. My eyes shot up from staring intently at the pancakes to look at Papa.

“Are you sure he’s old enough?” Mama said, and I whipped my head to the other side to look at her. Her eyes were filled with doubt, or else some kind of worry. I held back a whine. Mama always thought I was too little for everything.

“My dad took me fishing for the first time when I was even younger than Robbie,” Papa replied. “Besides, I think it’d be good for him to learn.”

I turned back to look at Mama with the biggest puppy eyes I could make. “Please, Mom, please...” I wanted it so bad I could feel it in my stomach.

She waited a second and made a face, her forehead wrinkling in the center like it did when she was trying to remember something at the grocery store, before she nodded her head. “Fine, but you better keep a close on him,” she said. “I don’t want you to spend your birthday in the emergency room taking a hook out of our son.”

I beamed, smiling wider than ever before. “Can we go now, Papa?!” I cried out, almost too fast to be understood.

“Finish your pancakes, and we can start packing,” he replied, his tired brown eyes looking down on me with joy.

I turned back to the pancake stack with determination. With plastic fork and knife in hand, I started sawing away at them and shoveling the sticky cakes into my face. I forced as much into my mouth as I could, until my cheeks were so full that I could barely swallow. Papa stood up from the table, having barely touched his own pancakes, and my eyes followed him through the kitchen window to the shed outside. His stride was a little awkward, thrown off by his limp, but I could tell that he was just as excited as I was, even if he didn’t show it. He closed the wooden door behind him, keeping the foggy morning air shut out.

I returned my gaze to the plate, which had somehow almost cleaned itself. Only a sticky puddle of syrup and a few crumbs remained. My stomach grumbled uneasily, but I looked up to Mama who was still standing in the kitchen with her mug clutched in hand. She looked amazed, her eyes wide open.

“I’ve never seen you eat this fast, bubba,” she said, staring at my plate rather than me.

“Gotta run!” I shouted as I schooched my chair out from the table and stampeded to the door. I sat on the bench and reached for my yellow rainboots, the ones I could put on by myself since they didn’t have laces. They squeaked as I crammed my foot into each one, but within seconds  I was ready. I grabbed the matching yellow poncho that was hanging on the nearby hook and bolted out the door with jacket in hand.

“Papa!” I shouted between strides of my sprint. “Papa, I’m ready! I’m ready to go fishing!”

Just before I got to the door, it swung wide open. I dug my feet into the ground and slid to a halt, almost slipping on the still dewy grass. Papa was standing there with his leather jacket and fuzzy felt hat on. In his hand was a red metal toolbox, and across his shoulder were two fishing poles, one longer and one small.

My eyes instantly went to the short pole, and an audible gasp left my mouth as my jaw dropped. “Is... is that for me, Papa?”

He smiled and pulled the fishing rods off of his shoulder, pinning the shorter one into the dirt. “This is my first fishing rod, from when I was your age. I think it still works...” he said, trailing off. “Do you think you can carry it for me?” he asked, gesturing to the pole.

My hand jolted forward and latched onto the rod. “Yes,” I blurted out, “I’ll carry it the whole way!”

Papa laughed from deep within his belly and let go of the shorter pole. It felt heavy in my hands, but I lifted it and held it across my shoulder the same way he did. “C’mon, kiddo, let’s get a move on. There’s a place that my Dad used to take me not far from here...” he trailed off once more as he collected his things. He started walking out of the yard and down a muddy path through the bushes, and I stumbled under the weight of the pole trying to keep up with him.

After a few minutes of wandering through the bushes, we arrived at a beautiful pond with water as still as glass. The morning fog was gathering in small, swirling clouds just above the surface, and the green bushes all around the lakeside were reflected on the water’s surface like a mirror. The air was still pretty cold, and my nose had started running about halfway through the hike, but I stared at the pond with wonder and awe.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Papa said when he saw me frozen in place. “Not very many people know this is here since it’s so tucked away.” He was right -- we had the pond completely to ourselves. “C’mon, I’ll show you the spot,” he said and kept walking forwards.

I followed closely, the sound of squishing mud trailing just behind Papa’s loud footsteps. Not much longer and we arrived at an old tree stump, where the fallen tree rested beside the stump and dipped into the lake. Papa sank onto his rear on the stump and set the toolbox to the side.

“Come sit,” he gestured to his knee as he began fiddling with some of the small shiny things that were in his box. He squinted at the thin fishing wire, the wrinkles near his eyelids growing deeper. I waddled over and sat on his lap, resting my fishing pole across my lap while I waited. I too stared at the fishing wire, and at the shiny red lure at the end. The lure was a familiar fish shape, one that I had seen before in some of the books that Mama would read to me at night. Red and yellow with long white whiskers, and three metal pronged spikes coming out of its belly. It looked cute and violent at the same time.

“There we go,” he finally said as he tightened the last knot. “Here, hand me yours.” I lifted the rod from my lap and rested it in Papa’s hands. He moved faster this time, securing another lure with a knot in a matter of seconds. With a grunt, he handed the fishing pole back to my eager hands. “Careful with this, buddy,” he warned. “The spikes are sharp, and they’ll hook ya if you aren’t paying attention.”

I nodded my head quickly to him, then turned my gaze to the lure. My eyes traced over the spikes, one way then the other, before I felt Papa slide me off of his knee and onto the tree stump. He stood up and adjusted his pants that had sagged when he sat down. Stepping forward, he slung the fishing rod back, then whipped it forward over his shoulder. The lure sailed through the air and plopped right in the center of the lake. Small ripples echoed out from where it landed.

“Did you see that, Robbie?” Papa said, though his eyes stay fixed on the lake. Slowly he began reeling his line back in. My eyes are locked onto the mechanical reel, spinning somehow up and down and around all at the same time. A few moments later and the lure came skipping out from the pond right back in front of Papa.

“Did you see what I did?” Papa repeated himself. “You hold it over your shoulder, then you flick it forward and watch the lure sail into the water. Here, let me show you,” he said as he grabbed my rod from my hand. Instinctively I clutched it when he tried to take it away, already feeling an attachment to it, but a second later I let go. Papa awkwardly held it back over his shoulder and shot it forward again, the smaller size making his cast go shorter. After the lure sank, Papa turned back and put the fishing rod back into my hands.

“Hold it tight, and when you’re ready, start reeling it in,” he said with a smile. I nodded and wrapped both of my hands around the wooden base of the pole. My fingers awkwardly found their way to the reel and started tugging on it. There was a slight resistance to the fishing line, a gentle tugging that grew as I reeled in further. The tugging was rhythmic almost, until the lure suddenly jolted backwards. The long rod of the fishing pole bent forwards, and the pole almost left my hands and went soaring into the water before Papa’s strong hands grabbed onto it.

“You caught one!” Papa cried out. “Quick Robbie, real it in!”

I was stunned, barely able to make sense of what was happening. The tugging would alternate between so limp that I thought the fish got away and so fierce that I thought the pole would snap in half. Steadily, I began reeling the line in, making progress only when the fish stopped fighting. As the lure got closer to the surface, the outline of a flat-faced fish appeared in the murky waters. I gasped when I finally got a good look at it -- the fish looked exactly like the lure Papa was using! Red scales with long white whiskers, and a sad yellow crown-like fin on its head.

“Keep going, Robbie,” Papa exclaimed, “you’re almost there...” He held a medium-sized net in one hand and a nearly rusted red Pokeball in the other. When the fishing line finally reeled in far enough for Papa to swing the net forward into the water, the fish flopped directly into the webbing. Papa quickly pulled the net out, and the fish splashed cold water all across the tree stump. I gasped in shock, but Papa kept moving just as fast. He untangled the net and aimed the old Pokeball at the fish. Winding up a short throw, the fish became enveloped in a flash of light. A few tense moments passed before the Pokeball in the net stopped shaking.

“Sorry about taking all the fun, Robbie,” Papa said as his cheeks grew red. “I was nervous what might happen if the hook came loose while you were trying to catch it.” He set the net to the ground and stuck his hand in to fetch the Pokeball. I simply stared in awe, still clutching the fishing rod tightly.

“The Magikarp is yours now, kiddo,” Papa said with a flash of a smile, handing the Pokeball to me in one hand and reaching for the fishing pole with his other. “We’ll get a fishbowl for it when we get home, and one day, you’ll be able to battle with it and train it into a fierce dragon!” he exclaimed.

I turned to look at Papa, then at the Pokeball, then at Papa again. With the Pokeball still in hand, I swung my arms open and wrapped them around Papa’s leg, squeezing as tight as my arms would let me.

“Thank you, Papa,” I said, my voice muffled as I buried my face into his leg. “I promise I’ll be a good owner to it.”

“I know you will, kiddo,” he replied, patting me gently on the back. “I know you will...”

  Tenderice's Stats
Posted by: Tenderice - 02-23-21, 03:27 PM - Forum: Trainer's Stats - No Replies


Money: $15,000

3 Pokemon Mart Tickets (can be redeemed for any Pokemon in the PokeMart)
1 Coupon for an HM
3 EM Mart Tickets (can be redeemed at the PokeMart for any Technical Machine, Breeding Move, Special Move, or Move Tutor Move)
1 Ribbon Coupon (can be used to save yourself the use of one of your Contest Ribbons when purchasing a Pokemon from the Berry Store)
5 Rare Candies

HMs: n/a


[Image: 446.gif]
1. Munchlax

Gender: Female
Nature: Naughty!
Abilities: Pickup / Thick Fat
Taught Moves: n/a
Obtained: Starter

[Image: 656.gif]
2. Froakie

Gender: Female
Nature: Naughty!
Abilities: Torrent
Taught Moves: n/a
Obtained: Pokemart

[Image: 246.gif]
3. Larvitar

Gender: Female
Nature: Naughty!
Abilities: Guts
Taught Moves: n/a
Obtained: Pokemart

[Image: 704.gif]

Gender: Female
Nature: Naughty!
Abilities: Hydration / Sap Sipper
Taught Moves: n/a
Obtained: Pokemart

  Candlelit Dinner For Two (x4)
Posted by: sambipom - 02-22-21, 09:50 PM - Forum: Art Gallery - No Replies

[Image: Indeedee.png]

Target Pokemon: Indeedee
Target Rank: Hard -> Medium through x4
February Theme of Romance!

  In Bloom [Page 1 up]
Posted by: WinterVines - 02-22-21, 09:47 PM - Forum: Art Gallery - No Replies

Start of a multi-page comic idea I had. 

Will be all cash submissions, and I'll post all the pages in this thread as they're finished. 

If or when a curator nabs this, please put curations in the hub! (thank you for the idea, Stories). Just so reading the entire thing (when it's finished) can be streamlined. Thank you!

[Image: fRXH7S7.jpg]

  In Bloom Curation HUB
Posted by: WinterVines - 02-22-21, 09:43 PM - Forum: Art Gallery - No Replies

In Bloom Hub

Taking a page from stories here and creating a hub for curations of my multi-page comic so that the main thread stays clear to read parts non-disrupted. 

Page 1

  SinnohEevee vs Olivine Gym
Posted by: Axion - 02-22-21, 09:41 AM - Forum: Forum Battles - Replies (25)

SE Challenges Olivine Gym!



SM Public Open


Dynamac Mega Legend Clauses On

Helds Off

Default Weather and Terrain

Challenger sends first 

My box is my entire gym lineup

  wraith545's Stats
Posted by: wraith545 - 02-21-21, 08:19 PM - Forum: Trainer's Stats - No Replies


Money: $15,000

3 Pokemon Mart Tickets (can be redeemed for any Pokemon in the PokeMart)
3 EM Mart Tickets (can be redeemed at the PokeMart for any Technical Machine, Breeding Move, Special Move, or Move Tutor Move)
1 Ribbon Coupon (can be used to save yourself the use of one of your Contest Ribbons when purchasing a Pokemon from the Berry Store)
5 Rare Candies

HMs: n/a


1. Riolu

Riolu / Riolu
Gender: Female
Nature: Quiet
Abilities: Prankster
Level Up Moves: Copycat, Counter, Endure, Feint, Final Gambit, Force Palm, Helping Hand, Metal Claw, Nasty Plot, Quick Attack, Quick Guard, Reversal, Rock Smash, Screech, Swords Dance, Work Up
Taught Moves: n/a
Obtained: Starter
Experience Points: (Need EXP? See "how to evolve my Pokemon" here: https://pokemonurpg.com/info/general/getting-started/ )

Posted by: Shock3600 - 02-21-21, 02:35 PM - Forum: Art Gallery - No Replies

[Image: Slowbro.png]
Capturing slowpoke!
Also Ocean monthly theme

  Daru-Grogu's Meditation
Posted by: sambipom - 02-19-21, 07:24 PM - Forum: Art Gallery - No Replies

[Image: babyyoda.png]

Capture Attempt: Darumaka
Rank: Complex -> Reduced to Hard with Creatives Pass from Stats